That was the final spark that sent the huntress up in flames. Like a goddamn reflex, she had grabbed the demon roughly, shoving him back into her already defaced truck. Somehow in the process too, a shiny blade was held nice and tight up to his throat.
“Do I need to repeat myself?”
there was only a few times he was taken off guard like this; either when it was a decent hunter or… when he was simply playing around. either way, he knew that hunters – good ones at least -were… unpredictable. especially… one’s that could pick a demon out in a crowd.
a prime reason to why a slight grin pulled at his lips for a few moments. usually, blades didn’t to much, but ky still didn’t want to deal with having to find another vessel. especially… when he enjoyed this one so much, “you really know how to show a guy a good time, don’t ya?”
Her mind couldn’t even come up with a remark to shoot back. She was fucking floored. Her whole head was a mix of rage, disrespect, and need to push this fucker’s face into the dirt with the heel of her combat boot to show him everything wrong with what he had dared to say to her.
“Excuse me?”
He better not reply with anything more snippy, or he would be wishing he was back in hell.
He expected that she would be upset with his comments. It wasn’t often someone actually enjoyed what he said, but he had been wrong before. None the less, a deep breath was taken in, and then let out slowly.
“Do I have to repeat myself?”
Of course she wanted to know the answer! Any damn paranormal, hunter, or even man with a bit of common sense in their brain knew not to touch her truck. Didn’t take a fucking genius to look at her and know there was hell to pay if so even a scratch was put in its frame.
“Well, I would at least like you to help me clean it up.”
“Or I can get some salt and holy water and make you remember why people don’t touch my things.”
“—- Kinky.”
Usually, he would have gone on some long-assed rant about how she didn’t matter. Instead, he just had it all resort down to one word. If she got her own personal kicks from throwing salt and holy water at his face? Who was he to judge.
“Won’t get you anywhere, but still, kinky.”
“Why didn’t you do the fucking side of my car!” She yelled. It was a rare sight for the huntress to be this angry. Maybe it was because she desperately loved that car she had built along side her father. Well, that and that she didn’t like it when people messed with her belongings.
“Or better yet, anywhere else except MY TRUCK!”
there were several reasons to why he used her window; it was easier to break and it wouldn’t last for long. of course, he wouldn’t actually admit that — not to her, and not ever, ❝ —— do you really want to know the answer to that?❞ he didn’t think so, but he still asked all the same.
Hellfirebound 